Let me tell you what strange is.
I’m sitting in our dining room at 2350 local with the end of a piece of string next to my computer.
The string leads to a small length of dowel propping up a laundry basket.
Underneath the laundry basket is a disposable pie pan holding a small quantity of canned dog food.
Yes, I’ve set a non-lethal deadfall trap in hopes of capturing the last juvenile possum.
Be vewwwwwy vewwwwy qwiet. I’m hunting possum, huhuhuhuhuhhuhuh.
The Washington Post is both entertaining AND absorbent so that’ll be morning reading.
I also chose Shacklady and Morgan’s “the Spitfire” – Several hundred pages – some turgid and some enlightening – on one of the best looking and performing aircraft of WW II (with the exception of the Tempest/Sea Fury family, but that’s probably a debate best left to Vicus and I). Besides, I actually had to look up the propeller diameter for a Spitfire 21 once and this book actually had it.
Finally, I’ve discovered an unpublished John Updike manuscript – “Possum Run”
A temporary goodbye
On Monday, I’ll be dropping off the face of the earth for a week of not-so-fun-filled vacation (I’m driving the bus, so to speak).
Unless truly inspired or held hostage by a pack of militant possum exacting revenge for my displacement of some possum Sudetenland this past week, I may make only a few only a few scattered posts on others’ blogs (a relief to many of you, I’m sure).
Until then, if I don’t return . . .
Vicus: To keep our blithering idiot of a National Command Authority from doing something stupid and ruining my vacation plans, the countermand launch code is 6 – 00 – 23 – 18 and the password “Yes Dick may I please have another?”
Pam: Do like the Russians and strap a couple of 55-gallon drums on the back of that Explorer and rig a garden hose into the fuel system – how do you think they managed to invade Hungary and Czechoslovakia. That should get you to the Nevada state line
Cherry: You can have my ‘Avalon’ and ‘Bete Noire’ mp3 ‘shares’ as long as you find someone to permanently stun that stupid git son of Ferry’s.
Miss C: Channel me for the third funniest monkey joke. Hint – it involves the Republican National Committee, Tom DeLay, Grover Norquist and mutual self-gratification in the round.
Tom: I was never any competition for you, and never pretended to be. They’re all yours.
Carmentza: Did you ever hear the one about the FSU football fan, the UT fan and the free Gulf coast day cruise?
Richard: Your old man is tops in my book
Martha: Three cheers for the Queen – Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!
Anna: I left a poetry book under the parlor chair. Hope you don’t mind “The Ballad of Dan McGrew.”
And to everyone else, a little advice: smug self assurance and ability beat high yet unskilled self esteem any day of the week.
Otherwise, see you after vacation!
